new lover, what ghost is in you?
new lover, what ghost is in you?
you are like a dead god in marble,
ancient, and paralytic with sleep.
you are a ruin, and so explorable.
I will unearth from you whole rooms,
lonely in Alexandrian patience.
you have been waiting a long time.
we rest at the foot of the barrow,
together, finished with pick and brush.
you sleep, and I am at your mouth:
the rich comfort of chestnut smoke
from the crypts of your young lungs
destroys me, and I am lost to dreaming.
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